Seeking shelter and a place to rest a poem unable to be written weaves in and out my thoughts. I keep thinking you better get it in print or it will find the wind and find no home with you. The sad thing is no one else in the world has it and if you don't sprinkle it on the page it will become dust on the dirt road of time. The shiny poem pleads with you to take care of it. Shed all that tries to keep you away from it. Do it!
shimmering shiny silver silken threads
driven by the wind
webs hanging on the lifeless fence
randomly swaying to and fro
because they
like mama found no easy place
loose ends
fragile
reaching wildly frantically
finding eyes that couldn't let go
fascinating rhythm of the earth
unnoticed until
she walked through them
webs on her face and arms
she let me imagine
what the sunlight could bring
as it came through the woods
she found time to see them
time to embrace
what she wanted to be woven
through the cloth of our lives
Friday, May 4, 2012
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